If Jiang Xi spent her first twenty years living by the rules and being a good girl, it was a label that she accepted numbly because she couldn't tear it off.
Then Wen Zhi is her opposite, unruly, undisciplined and free, and there is no word for discipline in the dictionary.
He is not from the same world at all, Jiang Xi told himself, but he was still attracted to him unconsciously like a moth encountering a flame.
But this was enough, she didn't have the courage to take another step forward.
Until it started snowing that year.
"There's no one here, do you want to kiss me?"
Under the dim street lights in the backstreet of the bar, Wen Zhi spoke casually, with a hint of confusion.
A snowflake fell lightly on the corner of his lips and melted instantly.
Jiang Xi stood on tiptoes and kissed that spot with trembling eyelashes.
After all, she still became the moth flying into the fire.
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The ending of the story is nothing new. The free wind is destined not to stay for anyone.
Then, instead of following her in embarrassment, let her become freedom itself.
Jiang Xi gave up his stable job and returned to his hometown, Yungyao Town, where he worked with clay all day long. His life was dull but fulfilling.
But I didn't expect that I would meet my old friend again here.
As an investor who came to inspect, Wen Zhi stood among the fertile green hills and looked at her with calm and indifferent eyes.
Jiang Xi suppressed the complex emotions surging in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly, and left.
A qualified ex should be like a stranger. She thought this was an unspoken understanding between them.
But that night, in the corridor on the second floor of the town headquarters.
The incandescent lamps that were in disrepair flickered on and off.
Wen Zhi tore the chemical plant construction contract in half, which he had never seen before, and then approached her step by step until she was trapped in his shadow with no way out.
"In your eyes, am I such a bastard?"
There was a mocking smile on his lips, and his voice was dull.
The filament crackled, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, and the tall figure was shrouded inexplicably.
"Then just be a little bit more of a jerk."
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"It's not a moth, it's a butterfly fluttering its wings."
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＊Secret Love Comes TrueReunionCampus + CitySCHE
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